The maid nodded, backed out, and closed the door gently.
Cheng Liuli was the only one left in the room, clenching her hands silently and continuing to stare closely at the dagger lying among the dazzling array of fruits.
After a long time, she reached out, picked up the dagger, and then quickly stuffed the dagger under her pillow.
Yesilo has returned home, and the servants will not enter this room again at night, so they will not notice that the fruit knife on the balcony is missing.
In other words, she will have one night to carry out her assassination plan!
Under the bright crystal lamp, long roses were placed in the center of the dining table, blooming delicately and beautifully in white bone china vases.
The long dining table is covered with a golden tablecloth, placemats woven with intricate and delicate patterns, sterling silver knives and forks, and beautifully painted dinner plates.
Candlelight flickers.
Warm and romantic.
When Cheng Liuli walked into the restaurant, he found Yesi Luo standing at the dining table.
He lowered his head and looked at the long-stemmed rose that seemed to have just been cut from the glass flower house. He reached out and picked one up with his index and middle fingers, brought it to his nose and sniffed it.
The tie around his neck has been slightly loosened, giving him a homely laziness.
The suit jacket was hung casually on a chair nearby, and the sleeves of both hands were rolled up loosely, making it very sexy and casual.
In front of him, he lowered his head, sniffing the flowers, with an intoxicated posture, smelling the fragrant fragrance of the flowers, as if he was just an ordinary gardener, contentedly admiring the flowers he cultivated with his own hands.
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But how could there be such a noble and elegant gardener in the world?
He looks more like a nobleman from a European royal family than——
Not the legendary gangster who was cold and cruel and regarded human life as nothing.
The wind blows the white curtain.
The bright chandelier above his head was like a spotlight on the stage, and the beautiful light shone on his face, making him look noble and gorgeous.
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The silver tableware reflected his thick eyelashes and his handsome silhouette as if he were a god, making him look like a gorgeous picture drawn by a master.
The next second, as if he noticed her gaze, Yesilo suddenly raised his head and looked at her standing outside the restaurant door.
The moment he saw her, he slightly raised the corners of his thin, graceful lips, and then stretched out his hand towards her.
Those jet-black eyes were as deep and dark as ever, with some emotion that she couldn't identify.
Cheng Liuli opened her lips and broke into a forced smile. No, she didn't want to touch him or get close to him, but she couldn't do that. Her resistance would only arouse his displeasure and annoyance.
And what she needs to do now is just to obey him, hide her fangs and claws, and nestle in his arms like an obedient kitten, acting gentle and harmless.
She extended her hand to him.
The long, slender, well-jointed palms are exceptionally warm.
Compared with her cold sweat, it was completely different.
Yesluo handed her the rose in his hand. There were thorns on the branches. She took it carefully and looked at the sharp thorns on the long green branches.
Yesilo never ordered his servants to remove the sharp thorns from the flower branches like other wealthy young men. He kept the original appearance of these roses, so the sharp thorns were still covered on the long branches below the flowers.